Nicia kinda predicted that Sahar would waste no time to come after her again. It's only natural for the girl to want emphasizing her dominance as long as she could. This time, however, she wasn't feeling like being her friend's punching bag again. Nicia would gauge the distance between her and Sahar, waiting for her opponent to get close so she could roll away when she struck.

Once Sahar dropped to the mat, the smaller girl would attempt to throw herself on the back of her opponent roughly to wind her up a bit, before setting her in a Camel Clutch position.

Sahar had managed to close the distance between herself and Nicia. Attempting to sending her opponent down to the ground again, the Pharaoh would bring her elbow down as she let her body drop. Yet this would prove to be a fatal mistake as her childhood friend managed to roll out of the way causing the purple hair wrestler elbow to hit the ground. “AHHH” screamed Sahar as she hurt her elbow though the scream was a mix of pain, anger and frustration.

The Pharaoh would hold her elbow, trying to rub away the pain but this left her exposed and would thus be taken by surprise when Nicia jumped on her back, knocking some of the air out of her. “Gah!” stated Sahar before she felt the bottom of her jaw being grabbed as she was placed in a camel clutch. She could now feel her back being bent into a C shape. Desperate to escape, she would try to pry Nicia hands off her jaw.

"Got you!" Nicia said as she managed to trap Sahar in the Camel Clutch. "Told you not to get cocky... mistress..." she hissed, a bit emphasize on her last word to take a jibe at her friend. "Or rather... Pharaoh..."

After being on the receiving end for a while, she finally managed to turn the table around, which was why she felt like she could afford to be a bit smug. Of course it didn't take too long before Sahar started fighting back, as she'd pry her hands to free herself from the hold. Nicia would try to keep her opponent trapped for a bit longer, but eventually she'd let go. Not because she's planning to let Sahar off easily, though.

She'd shift herself backwards, intending to sit on the butt of her opponent so she could grab the arms of Sahar and pulled them back, while her legs would wrap around the waist of her friend. She might not have the best balance on top of the bigger girl in this position, but at least she would be able to weaken the Pharaoh some more.

Sahar would grunt as she attempted to escape from the camel clutch. She could hear her opponent now effectively telling her told you so but in a polite tone. The Pharoah was not sure how to react to such a statement and thus decided to continue in her attempt to pry her friends hands off her chin. After a small struggle, she would finally be set free. The purple hair wrestler would take a moment to gasp for air, as her back and neck were still hurting.

The Pharaoh eyes would widen as her arms were grabbed and then pulled back while Nicia legs went around her waist. “Gag!” moaned Sahar as she would then try to pull her arms backs while also attempting to roll to the side in hopes of making her opponent lose balance.

Nicia was still able to hold onto Sahar for a bit, but it was only a matter of time before the girl could roll them to their sides. Her grip on her opponent's arms slipped, and the platinum blonde haired girl would give Sahar's back a shoving kick so she could roll to the opposite side and got up. It was short lived, but she managed to show her friend that she's not exactly a total weakling.

Adjusting her breath as she picked herself up, Nicia would wait for the Pharaoh to get up, before she'd rush towards the girl to try returning the clothesline favor from earlier.

Sahar started to rock back and forth, trying to make her opponent lose her balance and the tactic work as she was released but it seemed that Nicia had a parting gift for her, as her back was then hit by a kick. “GAH!” yelp the Pharaoh as she would then get on her hands and knees grinding her teeth as she couldn't believe what was happening at the moment.

She would then get on her feet only to be knocked down again by a clothesline. “Ahhh...” moaned Sahar as she laid on the ground. Nicia was doing a lot better than in their previous matches, had she always gone easy on her? Well, Sahar wasn't going to stand for it, she would attempt to now roll out of the makeshift ring, trying to put a bit of distance between herself and her childhood friend.

Nicia couldn't tell whether she had improved or Sahar was just taking it easy on her. In any case, she felt like the momentum was going with her after a few successful moves she pulled on her opponent and wasted no time in chasing the girl. Sahar was rolling away from her, but Nicia wasn't planning to let her get too far.

She'd attempt to grab the shoulders of the Pharaoh from behind and pulled her back slightly, aiming to wrap an arm around the girl's throat for a sleeper hold while she was standing and Sahar was on her knees. Without a doubt it'd weaken her opponent some more, assuming she could pull it off.

Sahar attempted to roll away trying to put some distance between the two but Nicia was faster and managed to place the Pharaoh in a sleeper hold. She was a bit surprised at her childhood friend determination but the purple hair wrestler would not be outdone by her. Using her strength she would attempt to get on her feet, trying to get on an equal level as her opponent. Assuming that work she would then suddenly tug and bend forward in an attempt to flip Nicia over and into the ground.

"How's this for pressing advantage..." Nicia hissed as she put Sahar in the sleeper, her confidence growing and her nervousness fading gradually.

It surprised herself that she could go this far against her friend, in front of an audience, even. If she could keep going, then surely winning against the so called Pharaoh could be a possibility. The thought was shaken once Nicia noticed that Sahar starting to stand, however. Despite her best effort to keep her hold firm, the bigger girl was slowly raising from her knelt position, and that could only spell trouble for her.

"S-stay still!" she demanded, trying to tighten the sleeper. "Stay st-aahhh...!" her protest was cut short as Sahar then twisted herself, flipping the platinum blonde haired girl onto her back.

She groaned and rolled away from her opponent, deciding to play it safe again and stay on her hands and knees just a few meters away from Sahar. It'd be unsurprising if her friend was just taking it easy on her before, which was why she thought that she'd just observe the girl for a bit before making her next move.

As the Pharaoh started to get up, she could hear Nicia taunting her slightly. Using it to fuel her anger, she would then channel and use it to help herself up. She could now hear her friend letting her stay still but the purple hair wrestler would do no such thing. Grabbing a hold of Nicia hand, the Pharaoh would then flip her opponent down on the ground, reversing the situation and finally giving herself the advantage. "As I said, taking down a Pharaoh is currently beyond you." said Sahar in a confident tone.

Now finally having a moment to catch her breath, Sahar would look to see what Nicia was up to. It seemed her opponent was now trying to roll away. Not wanting to give her a chance to recover, the Pharaoh would charge forward trying to close the distance between the two before attempting a soccer kick aimed at Nicia face, trying to daze her Egyptian counterpart.